Early Mornings | Keith

[Yuri Petrov]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, padding: 15px; background: url(http://i.imgur.com/4fVyd.jpg); border: #333 solid 10px; width: 300px;] IT'S ME COMBINING NUMBERS IT'S ME JUST PLAYING GOD IT'S ME WHO'S MAKING RULES HERE I CANNOT COME UNDONE YOU SHOULD NEVER BE FORGIVEN This early on a Monday morning, most people were still in bed. Not Yuri Petrov. He had too much to accomplish to think about wasting time resting. His body may have ached for it, the fatigue on the periphery of his senses weighing heavy on his lithe form, but he ignored it. There was simply too much to do and not enough time. The cool morning air did wonders to help wake him up, but the chill was not enough by itself. He needed something more. Ever since he took his post as a servant of justice at the Tower, he had made it a routine to stop by this coffee shop. It took a bit out of his morning schedule, but he compensated it by leaving home earlier, deeming it a necessity to keep his work days running smoothly. Stepping out of his car, he nudged the door shut then checked the locks. Nodding once to himself, he pivoted and started to make his way down the sidewalk that lead to the small coffee shop. Though not one for many frivolities, Yuri preferred this cafe over the chain ones located nearer to his place of employment. If he was to be sipping on something all day, it may as well be something he enjoyed. As he walked, he rolled his shoulders lightly in an attempt to relieve some of the tension from the previous night's activities. Donning Lunatic's mantle often left him sore the next day, though he did well to keep himself in shape...As of late there had been various mishaps that left him hurting. It was just another thing to nag at him, along with the tiredness from his lack of sleep. Long fingers curled about the fabric of his overcoat, he pulled it tighter as he made his way towards the little coffee shop. Pale lips parted, he let out a soft sigh and watched the breath drift away on the cold winter breeze for a moment before he shook his head and continued on. The sooner he could acquire a large coffee to fuel him through the rest of the day, the better. He had a few particularly interesting cases to look over once he got to his office proper. One hand raised, he smoothed a few long silver-grey bangs away from his angular face, a faint smile tugging at his lips as he came to the door. Reaching out, he grabbed the handle and pulled it open, slipping through the threshold into the warmth of the cafe. 424 WORDS TAGGED Keith

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[Keith Goodman]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #f1f1f1; width: 400px; border: 20px #C9C9C9 solid, bTable] Keith Goodman It was a fairly cold morning, Keith had gotten up early thanks to John. The dog had decided it was time to get up and go out into the world. Not that he could blame the animal, he had gotten in late last night and only walked him for a short time. John did not like it when routine was messed up, and Keith paid for it this morning. So the man got up early and took John for his desired walk around the neighborhood. Everything got sniffed at least twice before he made it home. Too late to go back to bed. Keith set food out and went to take his morning shower, dress and then head out, figuring he could enjoy some time out around the city before he got called in for anything. A nice jog to get his blood flowing, and it was just cool enough to wear his usual blue denim coat, with a pair of slightly-darker pants. Keith by no means was a small man, but this coat did help hide for of his muscular build. He looked well for spending most night patrolling the city, though most of the time no one could tell he'd spent many late nights up. Square set chin and jaw, and his blue eyes were always awake and lively. Messy blond hair decided it wouldn't stay in one place very long when the breeze shifted around him. A short time later he came to a stop leaning forwards with his hands on his knees as he painted mildly. He would have loved to have John jogging with him still, but he didn’t like getting too far from home with the dog, encase there was an emergency call. Poor John, though it was very likely the golden retriever went back to bed....in his master's bed as soon as he heard the door lock. Standing upright he breathed out and then fought a yawn covering his mouth. It was such a good morning! His blood was pumping he was surely awake now! A pause. What was that sound? “Oh that's right I haven’t eaten anything yet...” he glanced down at himself then smirked softly as he crossed the street, being one of those few people who actually did look both ways before crossing. A small cafe would do the trick, a cup of coffee and maybe a bagel or something. His body was awake, but undoubtedly his mind would eventually get drowsy again. Not that he thought about this. Be brushed a hand through his hair trying to tame it a little and then straitened his coat before entering the place. He wasn’t really dressed fancy, not that he would have noticed if anyone else was. Not like they would turn a paying customer away regardless. Nice and warm inside. Keith breathed in deeply and then looked up towards the menu, offering a warm smile to anyone close to him or happened to look his way. CREDIT coded by butters of btn

[Yuri Petrov]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, padding: 15px; background: url(http://i.imgur.com/4fVyd.jpg); border: #333 solid 10px; width: 300px;] IT'S ME COMBINING NUMBERS IT'S ME JUST PLAYING GOD IT'S ME WHO'S MAKING RULES HERE I CANNOT COME UNDONE YOU SHOULD NEVER BE FORGIVEN Perhaps it would have been easier to brew his coffee at home, thermos it up and take it to work. Had he been living alone, that's likely the route he would've taken. However, his mother was also an early riser, and that meant if he had any desire to use the kitchen before departing for the day, he had to co-exist with her for at least a short while. As the years passed, his tolerance for such proximity with her was waning at a surprising speed. As much as he loved her, she was his mother, after all, there was only so much he could stand. He didn't fancy the foundations of his morals being challenged, nor did he really want to take another book or plate to the face. Of course he could dodge but some days it just felt pointless. Such was how he came to be standing at the cafe counter, considering his options for breakfast. It was unwise to drink coffee on an empty stomach, as he didn't need his concentration nagged by future nausea. Eventually he decided on a blueberry muffin - he had a soft spot for sweets, though he was loathe to admit it - to go along with his coffee. When the cashier rang up his order, he put on a polite smile and nodded to the young lady. "Thank you," Yuri said softly, as he reached into the pocket of his overcoat to retrieve his wallet. A moment later he had fished out a few bills and a couple bits of change, sliding them across the counter to the woman. Coffee and muffin in hand, he turned slowly, intent to snag a table to eat his muffin. While it would save time to eat and drive, he really hated doing so, it only lead to their being crumbs everywhere. The movement stopped short however as someone hand crept up behind him. He must have been tired to not have noticed the door opening, as evidenced by the dark bags under his eyes. The judge blinked a few times as he stared at the blonde for a few seconds, before he put on one of his polite smiles and gave a slight bow of his head in apology. "Excuse me." 378 WORDS TAGGED Keith

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[Keith Goodman]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #f1f1f1; width: 400px; border: 20px #C9C9C9 solid, bTable] Keith Goodman Reading the menu above the counter added to the growing hunger in the pit of his gut. The smells in the room didn’t really help that feeling. At least his stomach wasn’t growling obnoxiously or anything. He deiced what he wanted somewhat quickly. He wasn’t going to stuff his face, but get enough to hold him over until lunch, he had almost forgotten it was still so early. Everyone in the cafe seemed to be trying to wake up. There was a man in the corner who looked as if he had fallen asleep in his chair. Keith patiently waited in line, his attention drawn about the room, unsure he had ever been in this place before. And, it was a nice place not too big or little. It was during his looking around that Yuri has turned around and taken a few unnoticed steps closer. Both men seemed to look up at each other at almost the same time. The two almost collided, thankfully that had not happened though. Keith took a step back and gave a smile that showed some of his teeth. The other man apologized first. Keith shook his head and gave his hand a small wave. It was almost laughable, really he figured he needed to pay more attention to people around him. “Oh! No I'm sorry haha I was distracted. It's my fault too.” he sighed softly with a more mild then rubbed the back of his neck. Whoops. But it was just as much his fault as it was Yuri's fault. He smiled and gave a polite nod back and have Yuri enough room to move. “Good Morning.” he gave a warm smile. Huh why did that man's face look familiar? Oh well. Keith looked up to the young woman working, she seemed happy enough. Or at least glad nothing was spilled. “the number 3 -coffee and a breakfast croissant please.” he fingered a few bills out of his pocket and paid for his order. He wondered if the other man was alright, he sure did look tired. Keith took his things from the counter and stepped away as not to hold up the line, not that there was much of one, but there was still someone waiting. Blue eyes glanced around for a seat. CREDIT coded by butters of btn

[Yuri Petrov]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, padding: 15px; background: url(http://i.imgur.com/4fVyd.jpg); border: #333 solid 10px; width: 300px;] IT'S ME COMBINING NUMBERS IT'S ME JUST PLAYING GOD IT'S ME WHO'S MAKING RULES HERE I CANNOT COME UNDONE YOU SHOULD NEVER BE FORGIVEN "Hm," The judge vocalized softly in thought as the blonde went to apologize as well. Arching a thin 'brow, his olive gaze narrowed in thought as he watched the other man. After blinking once, realization seeped in, and his lips quirked a bit wider. Interesting. It wasn't often he got to see the heroes as their civilian personas. Usually the closest he got was looking over their files as part of his duties with the Justice Bureau. Nodding once, he gave another slight bow of his head. "Good morning," Yuri said softly before he moved to step around the man. It may have been useful to strike up a conversation with the man, learn something more of the man behind the mask. Yet because it was so early, he decided to take a step back and do his observations from afar. He was a firm believer of the idea that one could learn just as much from a person by simply watching them than striking up a direct conversation. Retreating to one of the empty tables, Yuri set down his cup of coffee and muffin before he pulled out one of the chairs. Settling down atop the seat, he crossed one long leg over the other as he tried to get comfortable. Relaxing wasn't something that came easily to the man, so even when he was supposedly at rest he was still slightly stiff, shoulders lightly tensed. After he was done getting situated, he reached for his muffin and began peeling the wrapping from it. Raising it to his lips, he took a small bite of the blueberry goodness, his eyes falling half-shut as he chewed contently. It was good to take these little moments to himself. Swallowing, he raised one hand to his mouth to cover a small yawn, his attention flitting over to the tall blonde at the counter for a moment. 314 WORDS TAGGED Keith

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[Keith Goodman]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #f1f1f1; width: 400px; border: 20px #C9C9C9 solid, bTable] Keith Goodman The other man acknowledged his greeting that was always nice. Though soon after Yuri went to find his own table as Keith ordered. Once the blond had his things in hand he walked over to pick up two or three napkins from the counter. Turning around, he glanced for some place to sit. That's when realization hit of course he knew Yuri's face from somewhere! He smiled softly and shook his head at his slow-working mind this morning, before spotting Yuri again and casually walking over. Most people might not have liked strangers approaching them, and he wasn't really sure how Yuri would react, but the other man could always tell him to go away if he wanted to. "Hello again." He gave his trademark warm smile again then set his drink down on the table for a second. "I finely remembered who you were." he almost sounded proud of himself in a way. "Mister Judge." he sat down without a second thought, or really thinking about it at all. Though he kept his voice low and polite. Okay Keith now what was the Judge's name? He inwardly kicked himself. He also didn't know how much Yuri knew about him, so he wouldn't say too much on the matter. Keith took a sip from his coffee finely and then smiled. "Hmm I don't mean to pry, but are you feeling well?" he asked tilting his head slightly to the side. He flinched then looked away. "Oh I'm sorry to intrude on your table." he went to pick his coffee cup up again. He should probably move. CREDIT coded by butters of btn

[Yuri Petrov]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, padding: 15px; background: url(http://i.imgur.com/4fVyd.jpg); border: #333 solid 10px; width: 300px;] IT'S ME COMBINING NUMBERS IT'S ME JUST PLAYING GOD IT'S ME WHO'S MAKING RULES HERE I CANNOT COME UNDONE YOU SHOULD NEVER BE FORGIVEN A bit of confusion touched his expression as he watched Keith turn around and start heading his way. Head cocked to the side, he slowly lowered his muffin, setting it atop the wrapper as to not get crumbs all over the table. Soon enough the younger male was beside his table, his cup set down for a moment. His attention flitted between the cup and the other for a second before he fixated on the man's face once more. A cool smile crept across his pale lips. "Hello," He greeted in return. This certainly wasn't what he had in mind when he thought he could learn some insight into the hero while enjoying his breakfast, but...He would make do. After all, this may prove to be even more informative - if a bit awkward. "Hm?" Yuri arched a brow at Keith's comment. That was amusing to him. He supposed it meant he did a better job at blending in with everyone than he expected. "Mr. Goodman," He nodded towards him lightly in recognition. His head tilting to the opposite side, he raised one hand to brush a few long silver-grey bangs out of his face. The question took him a bit off guard, and his olive gaze narrowed for a moment before he put on another one of his professional smiles. "Thank you for your concern, but I'm fine." Not that he'd ever admit otherwise. The judge wasn't one for letting others know about his weakness. Casting a glance around at their surroundings, he was quick to note that many of the surrounding tables were already occupied. "You're not intruding. You can sit if you'd like," Though he usually wasn't one to wish to share his breakfast time with other people, this may prove to be interesting. 298 WORDS TAGGED Keith

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[Keith Goodman]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #f1f1f1; width: 400px; border: 20px #C9C9C9 solid, bTable] Keith Goodman Keith was one of the those few people, who's kind nature was genuine, you got what you saw and he has never (intended) any ill will or harm towards anyone. So it seemed. So Yuri did know his name, it was likely he knew he was Sky High as well, though it was hard to say if Keith realized this or not. Yuri said he was fine. The blond accepted the reply, it was likely Yuri was merely tired or suffered from a lack of sleep last night. Sometimes it was hard to believe Keith had his own 'night life' and still managed to get up every morning at a decent hour. Perhaps he just had energy to spare. "Glad to hear." he responded in a soft tone. The NEXT paused a moment after Yuri spoke up again. Telling him he could sit if he wanted. Should he? Keith glanced towards the other tables, they were quite full, but that is what he got for getting easily sidetracked. He shifted and then slid into the empty chair setting his cup down again. "Thank you." he nodded. Sometimes reminding himself he couldn't repeat himself. But then again in this city people may think he's just one of the dorky fans that all heroes seemed to gain over time. Not that Keith thought about that. He unwrapped his breakfast croissant and took a bite out of it. Who could go wrong with fried eggs cheese and that kind of bread. Upon swallowing he took a sip of his coffee and smiled. "I bet you are probably always busy, Mr. Petrov, though this city is thankful of what you do for it." he stated. Keith felt Yuri should feel appreciated, it was true. Not only that, but Yuri helped put people behind bars that the Heroes caught. His blue eyes trailed towards the window. "It's going to be a nice day out, I think." CREDIT coded by butters of btn

[Yuri Petrov]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, padding: 15px; background: url(http://i.imgur.com/4fVyd.jpg); border: #333 solid 10px; width: 300px;] IT'S ME COMBINING NUMBERS IT'S ME JUST PLAYING GOD IT'S ME WHO'S MAKING RULES HERE I CANNOT COME UNDONE YOU SHOULD NEVER BE FORGIVEN Offering a barely perceptible rise of his shoulders to the other's retort regarding his well-being, Yuri turned his attention to his muffin for a moment. He broke off a piece and popped it into his mouth to chew on thoughtfully then swallow. Head canted just so to the side, he watched Keith as the man sat across from him. Reaching for his coffee, he took a small sip before he spoke himself. "And how are you, Mr. Goodman?" Ah, small talk. It wasn't one of his fortes out in the world like this, with no relation to his job. But close encounters such as this one often provided valuable insight that he wouldn't be able to gain otherwise, so he wasn't going to complain. Taking another piece of the muffin, he nibbled on it quietly. Thankfully he had swallowed the mouthful of breakfast goodness by the time Keith spoke again, because his words caught him off guard...Or rather, their sincerity did. The judge was thanked for his job now and then, but never so genuine as the man opposite of him. It was strange to him. Sure he was familiar with Sky High's antics - seeing as he had to keep up with the heroes not only for his day job but for his secret hobbies as well, but...Now he was realizing perhaps all that enthusiasm was indeed real. Odd in a world that, in Yuri's eyes, was so harsh. "I do my best," was the only thing he could think of to say. "Hm," He tilted his head as he followed Keith's glance to the window. "So it seems." 272 WORDS TAGGED Keith

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[Keith Goodman]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #f1f1f1; width: 400px; border: 20px #C9C9C9 solid, bTable] Keith Goodman Keith seemed like the type of person not bothered by much of anything, even being woken up so early by John didn’t seem to change his mood any. The blond gave another cheerful smile after taking a bite, he made sure to swallow and wipe his mouth before speaking up again. “I am good today, it's been an a good day so far, so I am good too.” he smiled. If it were not for John waking him up he would not have gotten to enjoy Yuri's company this fine morning! Or at least that is how he felt, but wasn’t sure he wanted to share his thoughts out loud. The blond took another bite, savoring the flavor a moment before taking another drink from his coffee. He was an easily pleased man, or he just did not set standards very high. Hard to say which it was. Blue eyes watched the life outside the window. It seemed like it would be a rather beautiful day today, the sun was starting to shine and the sky was so blue. He'd also yet to get an emergency call in, so he figured he would enjoy himself while he could! “John, my dog, thought we needed to get up really early this morning, though I suppose now the day will last even longer.” he shook his head. Yuri was a quiet man, Keith wasn’t trying to make him feel awkward, though it was hard for the blond not to try and chat with anyone he meets. Perhaps he figured Yuri would tell him to go away if he disliked the company. “Do you have any pets?” he asked politely. CREDIT coded by butters of btn